It was like the leaves were speaking to me,
Something I was wanting to, since long…
Each time they rustled with the wind,
It reminded me of the memories I withdrew…
Like many of those trees had lost their leaves
I ruminated for one last time, as they blew..
The winds whispered echoing my choice for life,
Silence was an answer too…

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Life became so peaceful when she switched from “expect” to “accept”

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The observing self,
The drowning scars,
The scarlet night,
The undone wars,
The drowsy winds,
The scorching sun,
The alabaster sins
The tapestry of time
The adrenaline of despair,
The years lived sublime,
The then right time!
&
Her unwavering faith in a wonderful tomorrow,
Of times even & justice declared…

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“And when detachment feels less like defence, more like peace;
Remember, you’ve won…”
- Your Spirit

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A fortunate stroke of serendipity

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“A snake teaches that renewal is born through release” said the philosopher,
What is it then that we fear?
The change and that uncertainty…!
Uncertainty is that threshold where lies man’s true courage in doing what was once thought to be impossible.. again spoke the philosopher

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Like reminders about the weekend nearing in a day,
A summary of all that came through and what went away…

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that reflects your subconscious world in mere words of betrothal

that man otherwise can only dream of today…

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a thought froze…
like he had said, do it as you say it not like you want it…

the cold winds oozed under the wintery sky,
do it as you say it not like you want it…

an analogy stuck and rhymed over again and again,
do it as you say it not like you want it..

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Come what may, the circle will complete…

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